By Akshay Patil in Poems » Short
Updated 21:51 IST Apr 18, 2018

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From the last bench in the corner,
My eyes kept on...looking at her 👀

Every time she turned around,
My heart beat increased its sound !

The sound synced our way to love,
Keeping the fragrance as fresh as clove !

Years passed by, one thing led to another,
Her heart soured, when she couldn't become a mother !

Solved the puzzle, by adopting a kid,
which was merrier;
Loosing them both accidentally, was series of sorrow in fourier !

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